Archive for February, 2008

February 29, 2008

Robbed of Options

I got the phone call today.  The phone call.

Ded and I have been dating on and off for the past three months and things just started really getting serious two weeks ago.  Ded (not his name of course because of the ish) speaks to my core and makes love to my mind … and nothing else matters … and he called me at about 2:30 this afternoon with the news. 

Ded: Hey Bun, how are you?

Me:  (A little irked that he thinks calling me Bun, Bunny and Peewee is endearing, but loving the sound of his voice after a hard day) Hey you.

(Was that actually me saying ‘Hey you’?  Eek, this heart thing!)

Ded: Are you out of the office yet?

Me:  Yes. Will you come over today?  I’m at my wits end and I really need to see you.

Ded: (Enthusiastically) Absolutely!  We should be celebrating tonight.

Me:  (Excited at the prospect, but a tad confused) Celebrating what?

Ded: You know …

Me:  Know what? (A little irritated) Ded, didn’t I just say I had a hard day?  I have no idea what you are talking about.

Ded: Cu’mon, don’t act coy with me.  I got the call from your doctor.

Me:  Oh?  (I had been to see my doctor, I hadn’t told Ded.)

Ded: I think it’s wonderful!  It was a bit of a shock, but it’s the best news I’ve ever been given.  Peewee, you know, this thing with us, it’s new and a little confusing, but this … this seems right to me.  It feels right.  I know you’re still hang up on Whatshisface, but this is right.  It’s what I want and I know it’s what you want too.

Me:  Uh … 

Ded: Eeh banange, I must say your response is a little disappointing.

Me:   Well, it’s just that …

Ded: (Interrupting) Look, Bunny, you gave him my number, no?  At least that’s what he said when he called me.

Me:  Really?

Ded: Yes, he said it just the way you wanted it to be said.

Me:  What did he say?

Ded:  “Your girlfriend wanted you to be the first to know,” he said. ”Congratulations, you are having a baby.”

For the first time in a year, I have a boyfriend.

And he’s having a baby.

My boyfiend has a girlfriend, who isn’t me.

And he’s having a baby.

February 29, 2008

Driving into the Sunset

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Mukwano Bypass; February 28, 2008

February 29, 2008

Kakati, Gwe King Solo, What the Heck?

Song of Solomon, 4:1-7

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from mount Gilead.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

Until the day break and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.  

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

Rrrrrrright.

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February 28, 2008

No, Mr. Mandela, I won’t Dine with You Today

You’ve heard the question before.

“If you could choose three people, dead or alive, to invite to dinner, who would they be?” 

According to AnswerBag.com, the ten most commonly named people are Jesus, Nelson Mandela, George Washington, Nostradamus, Jon Bon Jovi, Martin Luther King Jr., Oprah Winfrey, Che Guevara and Tiger Woods. 

I know you are dying to dine with me, but sorry Mr. Mandela you’ll have to wait in line because topping my list of invitees are –  

Saartjie Baartman

This much sinned against Khoisan woman would have amazing, heart rending stories to tell.  Stories of how at 20 she was captured as a slave in Cape Town and for the rest of her short life was displayed naked on the streets of London and Paris.  Of how she was treated worse than an animal and had her genitals poked and probed by ignorant scientists who likened them to “the skin that hangs from a turkey’s throat.”  Her only sin was having a large posterior. 

Baartman died five years after her enslavement.  Instead of being granted a dignified burial, her skeleton, preserved genitals and brain were on public display at the Musée de l’Homme in Paris until 1974. 

I wonder what Saartjie Baartman would say about how times have changed (or not) since her death in 1815.  Would she look kindly on the so-called Video Vixens whose only claim to fame is shaking their booty in hip-hop music videos?  How would she react to news of modern day slavery and human trafficking?  Would she feel vindicated by a center established in her name that is dedicated for the care of victims of rape and domestic abuse? 

Nakku

Remember her?  She is the girl who would be queen. In 1999 before Kabaka Ronald Muwenda Mutebi of Buganda got married to Sylvia Nagginda, we were introduced to Sarah Nsobya, a 13-year-old Primary Four student who was to become the virgin queen of the Kabaka.  Nsobya is the reigning “Nakku” and is the ‘first wife’ of the Kabaka. 

Nakku is a ceremonial position from the Kiganda Ffumbe clan dating back to the reign of Kabaka Chwa I.  The Nakku traditionally remains a virgin for life.  Her marriage to the Kabaka is ceremonial and she has limited, but important duties such as announcing the king’s death and calling an end to the communal mourning period. 

Nine years ago, there was much furor over the marriage between Kabaka Mutebi and Sarah Nsobya.  She was moved out of her parent’s home into her own palace where she received royal treatment.  Human rights organizations called the tradition outdated and primitive and the kingdom responded by promising that the Kabaka would not touch her and would pay for the rest of her education.

Nakku is now 22-years-old.  What does she look like? Where is she?  What does she do?  Did the kingdom live up to its promises?  Does she ever long for a ‘normal’ life with the opportunity to get a job, get married and have children?  Does she meet the Kabaka and his family?  Will she remain forgotten until the Kabaka dies?

Seh-Dong-Hong-Beh

I’ll have dinner with her just to hear her say her name. 

Seh-Dong-Hong-Beh has gone down in the annals of history as one of the most revered military leaders in Africa.  Under the reign of King Gezo of Dahomey she achieved more feats than her male counterparts in West Africa.  She once led an army of 6,000 women warriors (the Dahomey Amazons) against colonial-protected Egba fortress in Abeokuta.  Armed with only spears, bows and words, Beh and her army took on the French colonialists in Egba and inflicted such heavy casualties that the French were forced to retreat.

There are reports that the chief gunner in the French army was killed and decapitated by a 15-year-old Dahomey Amazon under Beh’s command.  Another soldier was disarmed by an Amazon, who tore his throat open with her teeth.

I am a brazen, shameless feminist.  How could Seh-Dong-Hong Beh not appeal to me? 

** Who will you be dinning with today?

February 28, 2008

Reluctantly Tagged

I already did a proper, meaningful tagging thingy here, so why, oh why, did I get tagged again? 

I don’t get the talk-about-myself tagging thingy. There is something slightly egoistic about it.  However, I have been tagged by him and him and her and I will play nice – this time.  Here are my six thingies based on my pet peeves. 

Pet Peeve Number One: I appreciate comments to my blog posts very much.  Insightful, provocative, humorous comments particularly welcome.  But like everything else, excess is disgusting.  If you feel strongly about something, use your own blog to rant.  Create a link to your page and complete your argument there.  Yes, you, I am referring to you.  Okay, you win the argument (if ever there was one) and you are intelligent and witty and funny; Let. It. Go.  Sheesh!

Pet Peeve Number Two: Men urinating at the side of the road. 

Pet Peeve Number Three: Women urinating at the side of the road.

Pet Peeve Number Four: Kampala’s taxi drivers.

Pet Peeve Number Five: Public forceful ejection of bodily fluids from your mouth or throat on to a road/path/walkway/verandah.

 Pet Peeve Number Six: LOL, LMAO, RTOLGSYDZZ … In this age of SMSese, it appears that people have forgotten how to express themselves.  LOL at what?  Why?  LOL at anything?  She waxed poetic about this a few months ago.  I was too quick to pooh-pooh her.  She had a valid point. 

So there.  No, I won’t tag anyone in return.  The ish stops with me.

February 27, 2008

More ‘Randomnity’ of the Eye …

… and a reminder that happiness is not as hard to find as we are told.   

Even though your mama drags you to work everyday and makes you sit in the hot sun as she labors to sell a few sweets, bananas and cigarettes for the meager meal you will share with your five siblings, you can still find joy in the small things.

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February 27, 2008

Oh Oh Ee Oh Time to Look Inward Oh

Did you hear what MTN Uganda’s excuse was for bringing UB40 to Uganda? Mbu they are ‘giving back to the country.’  And the journalists mindlessly nodded their heads, wrote it down and repeated that statement for our equally thoughtless consumption.

10,000 people attended the UB40 concert in Kampala paying between 25,000 and 300,000 shillings for a ticket.  Of course MTN is not making money off the ticket sales.

And Elvis Presley is alive.

Assuming I had a better job and got a salary that afforded me the freedom to pay 120,000 shillings for a Golden Ticket to the UB40 concert, would I attend it?  Absolutely not.  Here’s why. 

Cho Cherry, oh, Cherry, oh, baby,

Don’t you see I’m in love with you?

If you don’t believe I do, Then why don’t you try me?

I will never let you down, I will never make you wear no frown.

If you say that you love me madly, Well babe I’ll accept you gladly. 

Oh oh ee oh oh ee oh, Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yah Oh, yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

In the words of Tandra, ‘nuff said. 

As it turned out, the closest I got to the UB40 concert in Kampala was 1,000 miles away.

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I’ll be more enthusiastic about MTN concerts when it brings real singers from the continent in which it has made its name.  I will gladly rob a bank to go for a concert by Salif Keita, Miriam Makeba, Baaba Maal, Cesaria Evora, Youssou N’Dour, Rachid Taha, Zola, Zap Mama, Khadja Nin. Angelique Kidjo, Habib Koite, Judith Sephuma, Souad Massi, Mohamad Mounir, Eric Wanaina, our own Kinobe … the list is endless.

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These bloggers – Siasa Duni, Scarlett Lion, Joe in Uganda, Kansiime and Natalie Parke – have given the UB40 concert (dis)honorable mentions on their blogs.  Visit them, will you?

February 26, 2008

Analyzing Achebe

If you have ten minutes to spare today, read David Kaiza’s brilliant treatise “Achebe: Why he was no Literary Genius” that was published in this week’s edition of The EastAfrican.

The basic line of argument that Kaiza makes is that Achebe doesn’t deserve the plaudits showered upon him for his literary achievements. Instead, he contends, Achebe should be recognized for what he really was – a product of his times. 

It is not that he wrote great books – although they are not bad – but it is the historical context within which his writing appeared that makes him important.  It is important to separate Achebe’s achievement from his literature. 

As usual, Kaiza’s writing is impeccable and his argument is fluid, well thought out and strong.  Unfortunately at the end he appears to be apologetic for his well-founded critique. 

… African literature has moved on as a new generation of writers continues struggling to find a voice to describe the new millennium.  It is unfortunate that Achebe is being commemorated in the west, but little is being done in Africa to recognize him. 

Kaiza’s article has prompted me to amend my Africa Reading Challenge list to include Achebe.  I have added “Anthills of the Savannah” which is currently on the Ugandan A-Level literature syllabus to my list.  

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And on other reading things, Soul Child, thank you for the heads up, but I have read all Chimamanda Adichie’s books.  I got my copy of “Half of the Yellow Sun” autographed by her at the 2006 Kwani Fest.  I think she’s a goddess.

February 22, 2008

Lest We Forget

On Wednesday, Uganda was declared Ebola free. 

When I visited Bundibugyo at the height of the epidemic two months ago, it was noticeable that it wasn’t always the wealthiest, the most educated, the most vocal who were at the forefront of the fight to contain the deadly virus.  Those with money packed up their bags and abandoned the district, leaving a few dedicated medical workers, clerics and volunteers to manage the disease. 

This post is a tribute to those unsung heroes … lest we forget. 

Hero Number One 

In December I asked Tom Ndyanabo, the Bundibugyo Red Cross Field Coordinator, if he could name a hero of the Ebola fight. Without hesitation he said, “Julius Mande.” 

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Julius Mande, the Senior Clinical Officer of Kikyo Health Center, is one of those rare truly humble people. Unlike many civil servants in Uganda, he opted not to work in his home district of Kasese, but to serve the poor in Kikyo sub-county in Bundibugyo.   When a strange disease started claiming lives in Kikyo in August last year, he worked around the clock to find a cure for the ailment, consistently disputing the assumptions of his seniors who dismissed it as chronic intestinal worms or Marburg.  He worked with no protective gear, watching his nurses succumb to the disease, receiving real relief only three months later.  It is a miracle that Mande did not contract Ebola. 

The disease hit the people of Kikyo hard and Mande was right there on top of things, laboring in the midst of personnel and drug shortages, to calm his patients and their families.  But he will not take any of the praise for himself.  He says he was only a spoke in a wheel.   

The national celebrations to mark the end of Ebola were scheduled to be held in Kikyo this week.  They were postponed because there is no money to renovate Kikyo Health Center.  For Mande, this is the least of his worries.  He takes everything in stride, going about his job of saving lives with a smile on his face.   He’s a real hero. 

Hero Number Two 

I should have said heroes because that’s what the 100-plus volunteers of the Uganda Red Cross Society are.  Volunteering is not something Ugandans are strong on.  Ours is a world of nothing for nothing and something for something.  The Bundibugyo volunteers showed us that we can do better; that we can be better. 

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Bundibugyo is situated at the northern end of the Rwenzori Mountain Range.  It is rough terrain and in the middle of the December and January rainy seasons, trekking for miles up the mountains was no easy feat.  Yet for the love of their people, the Red Cross Volunteers walked many miles to educate them about Ebola and its spread.  They met with people in their homes, allayed fears and consoled those who lost their loved ones.  They were not paid a coin, only receiving a basic lunch allowance, boots and a uniform to do their work.   They are real heroes. 

Hero Number Three 

When the Ebola epidemic broke out in Gulu district in 2000 and 2001, Dr. Zebulon Yoti, was a young epidemiologist at St. Mary’s Hospital Lacor.  He was by the side of the hospital supervisor, Dr. Matthew Lukwiya, when he lost the battle against the disease and he watched more than 10 of his colleagues die a painful death.  Despite this, he wasn’t deterred in his mission to make the world a better place and when Ebola was reported in Bundibugyo he was one of the first people on the scene. 

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Dr. Yoti is one of a handful of experts on Ebola and he could be anywhere around the world giving lectures on the disease, wining and dining with the cream of the crop in the medical field.  Instead he went to Bundibugyo to coordinate the Ebola case management in Bundibugyo and the work of a team of specialists from the Ministry of Health, the World Health Organization, International Rescue Committee, the Red Cross and Medicine Sans Frontiers.  

Hero Number Four 

Thik of TV’s Dr. Gregory House when you think of Dr. Stephen Ssesanga.  Think of Dr. House without the melancholy, rudeness or poor bedside manner.  Think of Dr. House the Medical Maverick. He doesn’t look like it, but Dr. Ssesanga, the Medical Superintendent of Bundibugyo Hospital is one of the most unconventional, inspiring people I have ever met.  He’s a hero. 

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Battling an epidemic like Ebola with limited equipment, resources and staff is an uphill task for the most experienced doctors. But this doesn’t compare with the challenge of fighting the disease, contracting the disease and losing five vital members of your medical team to the disease. This is the challenge facing Dr. Ssesanga, who himself survived a four-week battle against Ebola. The Medical Superintendent says his recovery is still a mystery and he can only attribute it to prayer and to the fact that he has never lost the will to live.

When Dr. Ssesanga first offered to go to Bundibugyo in 1997, the district was caught up in the bloody war waged by the Allied Democratic Force and he was cut off from any communication outside the district. By the time the war ended in 2001, decentralization was in place and he could not leave at will. He was informed that any recruitment of staff was in the hands of local governments and not the Ministry of Health and he no longer pick and choose where to go. 

Initially Dr. Ssesanga resigned to his fate to stay in Bundibugyo, but the beautiful lush land with its open people became his home.  He said it was not hard for him to dive head-first into the Ebola epidemic without protective gear or medication to save lives.  He suffered for it, but lived to tell the tale. 

Honoring the Rest

Drs. Scott & Jennifer Myhre, who stayed true to their calling to be missionaries to Bundibugyo, stepping in when Dr. Ssesanga fell ill and supporting the community when Dr. Jonah Kule passed away.  Jennifer’s moving blog Paradox Uganda gave the disease a human face and daily updates on the fight to combat the disease.

Staff of the World Health Organization, MSF, CDC, Ministry of Health who left the comfort of their homes for the dingy Bundibugyo hotels to offer advice and technical support to the team on the ground.

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Dr. William Sikyewunda, Bundibugyo’s long-suffering District Health Officer and his surveillance officer, Enoch Bahati, who followed patients to their homes, reported religiously on new Ebola contacts and transported the sick to the hospitals. In the midst of claims of foul play and a cover-up, Dr. Sikyewunda made a conscious decision to ignore the politics and to focus on saving lives.

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The fallen heroes – Dr. Jonah Kule, Rose Bulimpikya, Joshua Kule; all the nurses and clinical officers who worked around the clock to contain the disease.

The people of Bundibugyo.  Neglected.  Impoverished.  Hard pressed.  Beautiful.  Warm.  Open.  Strong.  Optimistic.  They have bounced back.  They are my heroes.

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I honor you.

February 21, 2008

Arbitrary Beauty V

A new take on an old subject.side-mirror-sunset-2.jpg

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